Respite

Days come to a close sometimes and you thinks till your oncy where hither hath the clockened lady taken mine this ev'n? I do say fair damsel. Pray tell how to for and where to with thine cauchy is upon me now? Avast! And be gone. Done; and sorrow's barrel rolls alone. Beknighted not by friend nor foe, the horseman rides due north and catcheth not the calls that come of weather. Near yourself and hearken. The time is now at hand. Gather out of forest and of wooded lands. Call to the beggar. Buy not from he who would defame. Delay not, for herein is wisdom; the jester of the thirtieth is upon us, and he will unveil his own. Gather blackness and let out the light.